I bury my face against the wet material between her legs. “Did I tell you how good your pussy smells? Because it smells fuckin’ divine, like a treat that’s all for me.”
Then, because I can’t help myself, I lick her through the damp material. Her answering gasp is all the confirmation I need that I’m on the right track. I play with her pussy through her panties and grind against the edge of the furniture. It doesn’t do much to resolve my ache, especially when she’s squirming like that.
She moans my name and thrusts her pussy deeper into my face. That’s when I hook a finger around the gusset of her panties and move them aside. The sight that greets me has my balls drawing even tighter. She’s so pink and puffy and glistening.
My first taste of her skin with no barriers between us has me groaning. She tastes just like she smells, sweet and tart. A treat I’ll always crave.
Despite the way my own body is aching, I take my time. I lick her slowly, concentrating my strokes on everywhere except that little nub that’s peeking out from her hood. I’m desperate to play with it but not until I’ve opened her. She’ll take my cock soon and I need to know she’ll be ready.
Slipping a finger into her channel, I listen to her noises to tell me if she’s still enjoying this. Her little gasps and mewls confirm I’m on the right track. I keep teasing her with my tongue, making sure to touch her with it everywhere except the place she wants it the most.
Finally, when her wet channel starts to open to me, I squeeze in another finger. It’s a tight fit and I have to pause long enough to count backwards. Otherwise, I’m going to come right here in my pants like the horny bastard I am.
“Micah,” she moans my name.
I look up at her then. She’s so damn beautiful with her legs slung over my shoulders while she rides my face like the queen she is. My face will always be her throne and I’ll make sure she takes her place on it daily for the rest of our lives.
“You want to come?” I murmur, crooking my fingers. I’ve heard a rumor that there’s a place and judging by the pleasure that just flickered across her face, I think I found it. I rub the area again only this time I lean forward and lick her slit. I tongue that beautiful pearl, and she shatters on the spot. She whispers my name with such devotion that it sounds like a holy chant. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world.
I eat her through the high, not caring that she squirts all over my face and into my beard. I’ll wear her juices everyday just to let the rest of the world know who I belong to. To let every man know that I’m the one who pleases my queen. Who satisfies her so thoroughly.
As her shudders ease and she floats back down, she gives me a sated grin. “That was...I’ve never…”
“I know,” I whisper and press a soft kiss to her lips. She’s perfect and she’s mine in every way.
She reaches for my belt then, her fingers fumbling with the buckle. Her hands are shaking so I put my hand over hers. “We can wait.”
Impatience crosses her features. “I don’t want to wait.”
“You want your first time here, in the community center bathroom?” I scowl down at her. She deserves better than this. She deserves my big king-size bed with roses and candles and soft music.
“I want my first time with you. Where we are doesn’t matter, and dammit, you promised me.”
I search her face, making sure she’s certain. I don’t ever want her to regret our first union. It would crush me to know she ever had regrets about us.
“I know what I want,” she whispers as she presses a kiss to my still damp face. But it’s when she presses her lips to mine and sucks on my tongue, I know I’m too far gone.
“Lean back,” I growl at her and help her stretch out on the settee. She hikes her dress up and works her panties down her legs until they drop onto the floor. The caveman can’t resist; I grab them and shove them into my pocket for later. Yeah, I’ll be working my cock to her smell. I’ll always crave it. Always want her.
Reaching for my belt, I manage to work my pants far enough down my thighs that my cock springs free. He’s already ready for her, the greedy bastard slick with moisture. I pump him twice while I eye her swollen pussy. “Tell me it’s all for me. Ask me to wreck this sweet cunt.”
Her cheeks flush but then she repeats the dirty words.
It’s nearly my undoing to hear such filthy things fall from her lips.
“Micah,” she nearly sobs as I align our bodies and touch her clit.
“I know, baby.” I thrust inside in one smooth motion. But I still at her shudder. Her breathing turns shallow for a moment, and I reach out to cup her cheek. She’s the most precious thing in the world to me. “Take your time. Tell me when it starts to feel better.”
“It’s...already fading.”
I still hold out, fighting every instinct that demands I plow into her. This sweet pussy is gripping me so well and all I want is to ram her full.
“Ooh.” The tension finally bleeds from her muscles, and I feel the exact moment her pussy adjusts to my monster girth. “Maybe try now.”
I experiment with a short thrust, making sure to roll my hips, so her clit gets some friction too. “Better?”
She makes a little noise of contentment and meets my next thrust, lifting her hips for it. Together, our bodies find a slow, sweaty rhythm. But it’s not just the physical sensations that feels so good. It’s staring down into Chloe’s sweet gaze. It’s knowing that my body is bringing her pleasure. I’m still cupping her cheek, and I want more than anything to tell her. I want to whisper those three words and have her know the truth of them.